This is a song about "Back up in this bitch with a motha fukin sawed off"

Now i’m up in this bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Im the newest nigga up in this bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ur jaw drops when you get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Off this liquor with a stripper

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform

Hahahahaha... oh crap, i split this bitch in half with one line in a rap,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that